Saluti Lyrics in English Night Skinny , Guè, Fabri Fibra, Rkomi, Carolina Marquez

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Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Saluti by Night Skinny from Italian to English.

I say hello to my brother in San Vittore

From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday

And in the hood kites don't fly here

And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards

I say hello to my brother in San Vittore

From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday

And in the hood kites don't fly here

And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards

Bro, I'm not scared, I got it almost pure

Bro, I don't trust Judas, even if he swears to me

I say what I want, ivory money clips

I don't take the trendy wallet to the morgue

If I die, yo, Gucci ghost-ghost

I make a milli, you post-post

I'm so blasted I think I'm Ray Liotta

In Goodfellas with the iron in my mouth

It's my flow, bro, that gun-shots you

Alligators on the polos

Between pushers and bookies, bro, this is my life story

I rev under your block with the turbo

I pay your girl a good surgeon

I f*ck those influencer models, yeah, and belly dancers

Bro, here your gang takes slaps like Bud Spencer

Italian dream, dream switches the cream, cream

Big money, bad b from Medellín-in

The phone goes "drin-drin", Batman in Balmain

MVP-P, Paris Saint-Germain

She wants a G-G, the hottest in Italy

With PSG-G stamped on the jersey

I say hello to my brother in San Vittore

From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday

And in the hood kites don't fly here

And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards

I say hello to my brother in San Vittore

From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday

And in the hood kites don't fly here

And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards

I come from the '90s, bro, Lùnapop

A voice in my head talks, we smoke pot here

I keep going higher till there's no air left

You look like a cartoon, and a bad one too, Adrian

Surrounded by monsters, reckless life

Pretty girl, but how much do you cost me?

I mind my own, I've never watched I Fatti Vostri on TV

Those who think success comes through gossip

Like seeing Michael Jackson next to Bill Cosby, double trouble

So many blow-up balloons on the beat, Big Babol

F*ck weed, this ain't a movie, twelve years a slave

I blew it all on weed, how the f*ck was I?

Fibra doesn't reply and doesn't even view it

Think about cash like the ones who legalize it

Hunger is a cage with the monkey inside

I've burned off the rage, now I'm looking for the exit

I say hello to my brother in San Vittore

From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday

And in the hood kites don't fly here

And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards

I say hello to my brother in San Vittore

From the Papiniano boulevard on Easter Sunday

And in the hood kites don't fly here

And no Einstein was ever born, but it's packed with bodyguards

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aquiloni — kites

Aquiloni translates to "kites". It's a charming and somewhat nostalgic word that evokes images of childhood and freedom.

In the context of the song, the line "E in quartiere gli aquiloni non ci volano" (And in the neighborhood, kites don't fly) paints a poignant picture of a tough urban environment where innocence and carefree joy are absent. It's a subtle yet powerful way to convey the harsh realities of the streets, making it a memorable and evocative choice.

“Saluti” drops listeners straight onto the tough streets of Milan, where the rappers send a heartfelt shout-out to a locked-up brother in the infamous San Vittore prison. From the Easter Sunday sidewalks of Viale Papiniano they paint a striking contrast: in this neighborhood kites never catch the wind, no new Einsteins are born, yet bodyguards crowd every corner. The scene is raw, vivid and cinematic, setting up a gritty backdrop that feels more like a crime film than a holiday postcard.

Over that backdrop each artist unpacks his own life story, blending swagger with street philosophy. Gucci ghosts, PSG jerseys and turbo-charged cars flash past while movie references, 90s nostalgia and weed-clouded memories reveal the cost beneath the shine. Loyalty to friends, distrust of traitors, the hunger for money and the dream of breaking free all collide in a rapid-fire collage of Italian slang and pop-culture shout-outs. In the end “Saluti” is both a salute and a warning: a celebration of resilience in the face of hardship and a reminder that glory on these streets always comes with a price.

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